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[maxwelldoorman]

little Doll doodle, might be my best drawing yet

[rolanroran]

"ezio getting burnt on his (ring) finger is like an engagement to altaïr"

[foolshcme]

@saintsinstatic || Louis & Nastka starter

"...--fuck." A grumble that soon grew out of his throat as profanity. Louis was leaving the office in quite the sour mood. What was new. His hand ruffled through his hair. When that wasn't enough of an emotional outlet, he chose to kick a nearby trashcan. Hard. He listened to all the bullshit rattle, a couple cans falling loose from the outrageous pile. Immediately he felt a painful pull on a recent wound from the exertion, it made him wince, yet he still went for a second kick to try and get some rage out of his system.

He wanted to kill them all some days. How much easier this would all be if he just put a gun down their throats and pulled the trigger. It wasn't a true solution though, a simple fantasy as his anger continued to bubble. Truthfully a gun down his own throat would find him peace alot faster, but--

"...hey." He was (thankfully) halted in his thought by a familiar face; a little surprised to see him on this side of town. He sighed, scoffed even at his own frustration, trying to let go of it in his shoulders but still remaining tense despite the attempt. He looked up to Nastka.

Some how looking at him was enough to make his face soften though. A smile pressed to his lips despite the obvious frustration that he was harboring. There wasn't enough hours in the day to bitch about the problems in his business--he wasn't sure it was safe to bitch about them either. So he decided, and ultimately it was healthier for him personally, to smile.

"Don't tell me your schedule was light enough that you could just come visit me. I'll know you're lying" He chuckled softly, reaching up for Nastka's tie. He did not pull; merely adjusting it to give himself a distraction, to try and distract Nastka from his sour mood as well. Then he started to adjust his overcoat, fixing the collar despite the need for tippy toes to do so, pulling stray hairs off of it. "...but I like the idea that you still did it. Just to see me."

"If I'm wrong, don't correct me." He joked as he settled back down on the flats of his feet. "Take me to dinner. Or I'll take you--someone will pay either way and I'll get to do something that isn't this bullshit." He knocked his head back, insinuating that what he wanted to escape was behind him. Then a thought donned on him. "OH. Actually. I do have a place I wanna take you. How do you feel about Korean food tonight?"

[ask-redsoldier-tf2]

*sʜᴇ sɪᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ Eɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀ*

Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ, ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ.

...

*sɪɢʜ, sʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ*

‧‧‧ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ‧

Uʜ. Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ RED Eɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀ. I sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏs ғᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ.

Mɪɴᴅ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ?

Engineer: Uh, howdy there ma'am. Are you even allowed here? I ain't answering your questions if you aren't gonna make yourself known.

Soldier: I DID NOT LET YOU IN!! HOW DID YOU GOT IN!?

[exclted]

˚ · . @diadic asked:

“ Oh, Lucina! ” It takes a moment to recognize her at first with her hair done up and the drastically different attire. When they first met, it was in a clash of blades, their resolves and techniques tested against one another.

A ballroom may be another side of war, one on the more decidedly political light, but it still feels different to him. It's hard to align the image of this Lucina with the one he had met, the one he had exchanged talk of bloodshed and mercy with.

“ Do you take to this setting like you do combat? ” Is she better suited for it than him, he wonders? “ I hadn't thought this before, but here, you remind me of Caeda. Are you two related?? ”

What a wonder it is, to be called to from across a ballroom by a prince that she had once paraded as in childhood games. Lucina turns with a start, dipping her chin in a flustered return of his greeting.

"It's good to see you," though undeniably strange. Here, he appears as noble as the boy of history she had revered, and yet somehow it feels out of place now to see him not looking so... human.

Fingers smooth the front of her dress as though she is suddenly unsure of what to do with her hands. "Ah, hardly..." The Exalt shakes her head. "I never quite took to the more performative parts of all this."

For it was always a soldier she had sought to be, never a princess.

Only at his mention of Caeda do her eyes widen. "We are, actually, though it's quite distant," she prays that her irises don't glitter as obviously as the pride that swells in her chest at the comparison, or that the flush on her cheeks can be attributed to the room's warmth. "I fear I didn't exactly inherit her fabled knack for socializing, though."

[savdadc]

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[frozen-cola444]

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